by MagicGirl_Helia » Sat May 19, 2012 5:58 pm
Juliet quickly let go of his hand and stood up quickly. "Yeah, well...I--I should be going..." she said, and started to walk out. She was partly glad and partly disappointed that he had ignored what she said.
"And wouldn't it be nice to live together,
In the kind of world where we belong..."
They were never scared
of the kids who might die,
or the empty spaces
they would leave behind.
"They were afraid of us
The ones who lived."
"It is the fire.
The spark.
Black is the color of memory.
It is our color.
The only one they'll use
to tell our story."
“I used to dream
about turning back time,
about reclaiming
the things I'd lost
and the person I used to be.
But not anymore.”